In the dead of winter, the wind blows
The ice is chilling, the heavens snow
But the air is crisp and is clear
It leaves him refreshed, with happiness near
He want it more, with no wish to end
But spring is coming, no wish can mend
It is his time, his special moment
To live life without worry lent
To any such thing in life
What it is, a time without strife!
So savor on, oh man of trouble
For this time will end, like the pop of a bubble
And life and creatures return to the land
When god’s chill will leave his hand
and life begins anew.